“Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy myself,” he chuckled low. But this time as the laughter died down, his eyes became solemn even as the smile remained on his face. “How about you Ellie? How did your six years pass?”
He let out a low derisive laugh, aimed really towards himself...
A low chuckle arose from Ion at Ellie’s comment, feeling a little bit proud and happy that she acknowledges his status as the captain of the ship.
“Why wait for some day that might not come? We have all the time right now, don’t we? And well, I don’t like to brag but…” he let the comment...
“Keep me company?”
“Are you going to pay me for my time?” Ion responded with a smile, though he knew Ellie wouldn’t see his expression.
On his question, her footsteps stopped. And her faltered step somehow managed to amuse and sadden him. With a half-smile, he added, “I was just kidding.”...
The men in his crew took to Ellie a lot quicker and easier than Ion had thought. They weren’t rude, rowdy, inappropriate, or obscene around her. Heck, he noticed that some of them even softened the way they spoke. The usual rough manner in which they spoke was exchanged for a more polite...
“A woman!” “A girl!” “On the ship!” “We’ve been blessed!”
“Back off, Shik,” Ion cautioned, slightly pushing away Shik who as found Ellie’s hand and kissing it profusely.
“It’s just… we never have a woman on board, Captain. I-It’s just been too long,” Shik pleaded with a wry grin.
Ion...
Akeam was caught slightly off-guard by the princess’s boldness. Honestly, he didn’t think she had it in her. Her tone told him she was just joking. Besides, Ion tells him that he acts like an old man anyway, so he wouldn’t have been offended. He grinned in return. To play along, he feigned...
Akeam reached behind the princess to grab Ion's spare vest with his free hand. "So here's what we'll do--" he said as he stepped back a few feet but his words were cut short when he saw how red and stiff the princess had become. He wasn't even sure if she was breathing anymore.
The first...
"You don't get to lecture me about manners, Miss Trespasser," he replied teasingly as he walks towards the princess without any hesitation, completely unaffected by her attire, or lack thereof.
He pauses where her corset was on the floor and picks it up before continuing over where to where...
Just as it does for days on end in Zahari*, the sun shone with raging intensity. Its fierce strength piercing, clawing its way beneath the multiple layers of clothing, prickling Jibril's skin. A drop of sweat, at his left temple, had grown too heavy and trailed down his face, reached his chin...
...the history of the hunt will always glorify the Hunter.
RP with @Little Lupa
A little background on the title: it's actually an African proverb. If you think enough about it, the title is very vague and obscure. But I think the feeling of uncertainty only adds on to the tone of the RP. I...